Take All of It September 2019

by Scarlett Skyes

  Despite her initial reservations about Cal using her body for an heir, Nova soon finds herself craving Cal's attention again, but the busy billionaire almost seems to have forgotten about her. That is until the reception at the wedding, where Nova gets a little flirtatious with some of the guests. Then Cal has to teach her another lesson and remind her just who her body belongs to now.

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  Pseudo-Incest, Breeding, Stepfather, Stepdaughter, Rough Sex, Schoolgirl

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  Cal Willis promised me that life was going to be very different, but I didn’t fully comprehend at the time just how quickly the billionaire could make things happen. When I returned to the shabby apartment I shared with my Mother on the Sunday evening after spending the weekend at his mansion, I found two new school uniforms had been delivered for me, to replace the one he had basically torn from my body before taking my virginity.

  My Mom also told me that I’d be getting driving lessons starting that week and that Cal had said I had to ‘pick a car’. No conditions on it, or advice about how to shop around for the best deal or what vehicles got the best mileage, just ‘pick a car’.

  When I returned home from school on Monday I found my Mom there instead of at work, she had been told she didn’t need to subject herself to that drudgery anymore. Instead, she was packing some fraction of our meagre possessions into cardboard boxes, the fraction that had any sentimental value at all. The rest of it? Apparently it would be sold with one-dollar-reserve auctions on the internet, given away, thrown away or destroyed.

  Cal had bought us an apartment in a much nicer area of town, although my Mom said she wouldn’t be spending all that much time there. It was more my apartment to use until I finished school so I wouldn’t have the disruption of having to fit into a new high school on top of all the other disruptions that were going on in our life.

  I was just starting to cook us a dinner with the few ingredients available when a knock at the door interrupted my culinary efforts. In the hallway outside were three men carrying platters with silver cloches covering some incredible smelling food. My Mom and I ate until I thought I was going to explode.

  Although I felt like I could certainly get used to this kind of treatment, my night with Cal left me walking gingerly for several days afterwards. He had said he wasn’t going to hold back just because I was a virgin, and by God he had meant it, pounding my teen body with his massive cock until I was screaming in pleasure despite the initial discomfort.

  The silver-lining represented by all these changes happening so quickly was a stark reminder of the cloud it framed. I was very confused by the whole situation, I hadn’t yet decided if the cloud was part of a thunderstorm that was going to blast me with lightning, or if it was one of those wonderful fluffy white ones that provide shade just when you need it on a warm summer day. Either way, it was my cloud, I had agreed to it.

  Every time I saw Cal I was torn between my fear that he would throw me to the ground and re-enact my rough deflowering right there in front of anybody who happened to be present, and my fear that he wouldn’t. He never did though, and as the weeks went on I wondered if his interest in me had waned already, it was another piece of confusion in my already tangled world.

  Another possibility was that he had emptied so much semen into my body that I couldn’t possibly have escaped pregnancy, but as each pregnancy kit ended up with only the single test-line visible, it was clear that was not the case. Using my new laptop I looked it up on the internet and the volume of cum didn’t seem to be recognised as a major factor in conception anyway. What was he thinking then?

  I could only assume he was too busy with work and planning the wedding, having secured my ‘services’ for ‘as long as it took’ to provide him an heir. The longer I went without Cal’s full attention the more I craved it, though.

  In my mind I began forgetting the feelings of anger at being treated like a piece of property, the pain of his huge cock inside me. All I could remember was the feeling that I was the centre of the universe when he looked into my eyes, the most intense orgasm I’d ever dreamed of. I knew that deep down I wanted it again, no matter how rough he was.

  I thought back to everything he had told me that night and used it to try and make him fuck me.

  “Put it in me, Daddy, you can cum all you want,” I whispered into his ear one evening after him and my Mom got back from a date.

  “Not right now, Nova,” he said as if I’d offered him a glass of water.

  It was infuriating. One time when my Mom was out getting fitted for her wedding dress, Cal was watching some boring news show about the financial markets at our apartment while he waited for her. I went down on my knees in front of him without even bothering to ask and reached for the zip of his pants. He batted my hand away without even looking away from the screen. I was going crazy with lust, it wasn’t fair.

  Still, it’s not like there wasn’t a lot of other stuff to be thinking about. School went on as normal, and with the end of year exams fast approaching, I had to try and get some studying done. There was a lot to be done to prepare for the upcoming wedding too, and I let myself get swept up in the hype.

  True, the circumstances of the marriage were unusual. The requirement that Cal have unfettered access to rough bareback sex with his bride-to-be’s daughter can’t have been laid out too many times in the past, but every girl dreams of a big wedding, and nobody can put on a big wedding like a billionaire.

  I told my Mom she looked beautiful as we rode to the wedding in our limo, because it was true. I hoped that when I was her age I was half as pretty. Cal had hired somebody’s country estate for the wedding service, and outside the gates was a huge crowd of media and people we didn’t even know, drawn by the lure of a semi-celebrity wedding.

  Even though it was really supposed to be my Mom’s special day, I couldn’t help but feel somewhat extraordinary myself. My bridesmaid dress was so different, so elaborate and beautiful compared to anything I had ever worn before, I felt a little bit like a princess.

  I hadn’t gone to my prom because I couldn’t afford anything other than the t-shirts and jeans I already owned to wear, so I let myself secretly enjoy the occasion for that reason too. Although I’d always loved clothes and fashion from a distance, I’d never had the thrill of being dressed up like this with all the fussing over my make-up, the subtle-but-expensive jewellery and this glorious dress.

  Aside from that it was really nice to catch up with family and old friends that we hadn’t seen in a long time, although I had to wonder about their motivations for only coming out of the woodwork now that my Mom was getting married to a multi-billionaire. It was, shall we say, suspicious.

  Cal had a sizable contingent of family, friends and business associates too. His best man, who would be accompanying me up the aisle behind Cal and my Mom, was his long-time business partner, Gordon Elliston.

  My understanding was that although Cal was a majority shareholder in most of the organisations they ran together, Gordon was precariously close to being a billionaire himself. I guessed once your bank balance had nine digits before the decimal point, another one didn’t make all that much difference.

  I also met Cal’s Father for the first time and had to supress a chuckle. The man was an almost cartoonish stereotype of an ‘oil tycoon’. Boots, cowboy hat, a cattle-skull belt buckle, a snow-white moustache. I imagined him throwing his hat into the air and blasting it with a six-shooter every time he struck oil, which apparently had been enough times to make him fabulously wealthy and give Cal one hell of a head-start in life.

  It wasn’t long before I lost track of the new faces I was introduced to. Meeting any one of them in almost any other situation would have been memorable, but it was staggering the kind of social circles Cal ran in. These truly remarkable people were lost in a sea of succ
ess, I suspected the combined net worth in attendance must have been one of the highest concentrations of individual wealth in history.

  The service itself was lavish, looking around the huge garden while the priest spoke solemnly about the virtues of marriage I found myself trying to estimate how many weeks of rent at our old apartment had been blown purely on the flower budget. Having no idea about how much flowers cost, it was a pretty fruitless thought exercise.

  When the big moment of the wedding came and Cal was meant to say ‘I do’, he made sure he caught my eye with a meaningful gaze when he actually said the words, before looking back up to my Mom. A hot flush quickly rose from my chest to my face, where I felt it burning with guilty lust for a moment before I managed to compose myself again. That look said a lot, I hadn’t seen him glance at me that hungrily since he had first left me quivering in orgasmic bliss, I thought that when they got back from their honeymoon I’d probably be in for a deliciously rough ride.

  The reception was great, aside from the minor embarrassment that all the guys asking me to dance remembered my name but for the most part I didn’t have the foggiest idea who they were. Nevertheless, if such things as dance cards still existed, mine would have been full and I was having the time of my life.

  As the night wore on, I found myself getting increasingly drunk. Every guy who danced with me seemed to come armed with a glass of wine or some well-spiked punch. I was swaying along to some slow song with some handsome young entrepreneur only a couple years older than myself and I didn’t even mind when his hand slipped from the small of my back to squeeze my firm ass, I rested my head on his shoulder and felt his hard dick poking into my stomach as we moved around the darkened dance floor.

  I was just slipping into a fantastic daydream about getting into a taxi or a limo, whatever his means could get us, and going back to his hotel to scratch the itch that had been building since Cal took my virginity and showed me what sex was all about when the groom himself clapped his hands down on each of our shoulders.

  “You’ve got somewhere else to be, haven’t you Nick?”

  “Uh… yeah. Yes I do, Uncle Cal. It was nice to meet you, Nova,”

  The man, whose name I had just discovered was ‘Nick’ kissed my hand like a gentleman and disappeared into the crowd, allowing Cal to cut in on the dance.

  “Uncle Cal? I don’t remember meeting any of your brothers or sisters, I thought you were an only child?”

  “I am, that’s Gordon’s boy. Known him his whole life, that’s just what he’s always called me. He’s forgetting himself though, and so are you.”

  Cal gripped my hips and pulled me against his body with force, the impact softened somewhat by our clothes, but definitely a reminder of the vigorous pounding he had deflowered me with. Now against my body I could feel Cal’s stiff dick, so obviously larger than Nick’s that the younger man was driven out of my mind as my new Step-Father bent down to whisper in my ear.

  “You shouldn’t forget who you belong to, Nova. Your sweet little pussy is mine until I’m finished with it. In fact,” Cal paused and looked around the room, “get your ass up those stairs and into the third room on the right. I’m leaving for my honeymoon tomorrow morning for three weeks, I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll still be walking funny when I get back. I’ll be up in a minute. Go. Now.”

  I bit my lower lip, but started walking towards the stairs the very instant he released me. It had been all too long since I’d felt the force of his full attention, and his pure confidence and command had me tingling between my legs already. I counted three doors on the right and slipped inside.

  The room was presented like expensive hotels I had seen in the movies, well-furnished but impersonal. The huge bed dominated the room and my heart-rate shot up as I envisioned myself writhing there, impaled on Cal’s shaft. My mind’s eye also reminded me of those buttons from my school shirt flying across the room when Cal tore my clothes from my body, so I hurriedly began undressing, lest the same fate befall my beautiful bridesmaid dress.

  The silky blue material slipped off my shoulders and cascaded around my body down to the ground just as Cal entered the room and closed the door behind him, locking it with a click. With one hand he loosened his bow tie as he advanced upon me, his body colliding with mine as our lips met. I would have stumbled if his strong arms didn’t immediately wrap around my waist, his pressure guiding me straight towards the bed until I felt it hit the back of my knees and I almost fell backwards.

  Cal’s hands were everywhere on my body as his tongue explored my mouth, I did my best to undress him amidst the urgency of our embrace, to feel his bare skin against me again was all I wanted. At last his jacket and shirt fell to the floor behind him and I fumbled at his belt buckle. Cal cupped my sex through my panties and I gasped into his mouth as his gently stroked my slit through the material, distracting me even more from my task.

  Just as his pants fell down he pushed me so I landed on my back on the mattress, raising myself up on to my elbows to watch as he pulled his feet out and then removed his socks before advancing upon me. I shuffled backwards, partly to make room for him on the bed between my legs, and partly because he looked like he was going to devour me.

  Little did I know how close to the truth that was going to be! Cal reached down and hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties, slowly dragging them off my legs until they slipped off my feet.

  “Spread your legs, I want to see you,” he said.

  I did as he commanded splaying my legs for the only man who had ever seen my pussy before, torn between the long-held instinct to hide my sexuality away, and the desire for the release he had shown me was possible. Cal’s cock was at full mast beneath his underwear, tenting the material out to an enormous degree, my eyes flashed down to it and I licked my lips, which he noticed.

  “Not yet, you sexy little cock sucker,” he said.

  Cal rolled my stockings down each of my legs and threw them in the general vicinity of my dress on the floor, leaving me wearing nothing but my strapless bra. Taking one leg in his hands, my Step-Father began kissing my calf, slowly working his way upwards with his carefully manicured stubble providing a rough contrast to his soft lips.

  I let out a surprised ‘oh!’ of pleasure when he lifted my leg straight up in the air and spent several seconds kissing and nibbling at the back of my knee. Nobody had ever bothered touching me there before, I hadn’t even considered it as a sexy part of my body, but I couldn’t deny the pleasure shooting up my leg, seeming to build up somewhere in my tummy.

  Cal continued kissing up my leg, traversing my inner thigh on what seemed like a crash course with my pussy but when I felt sure I was going to feel his skilled tongue on my most sensitive parts, he pulled back and lifted my other leg in his hands. Repeating what he had already done and driving me wild with his attention to the back of my knee. Thankfully, his face was soon directly over my slit again.

  Warm puffs of air jetted out on to my sensitive folds, making me twitch with need every time until I was practically scooting down the bed to try and make contact with him. When I finally felt his lips on me I wrapped my legs around behind his back, pulling him closer as he began licking up and down each side of my tight teen tunnel.

  “Mmmm, I’ve missed you, Daddy,” I said.

  Cal didn’t respond verbally, instead reaching up to pull my pink petals apart with his thumbs, allowing deeper access to my pussy for his tongue, which he pushed inside me until I felt the tip curling upwards to stroke the front wall with tiny flicking motions. I reached down to run my hands through his hair, pulling his head against my sex harder and rubbing it against his face, feeling that rough stubble tickling my labia even more.

  I’d saved the gift of my virginity for so long, I would have thought I was used to going without sex, but that one hot night with Cal had awoken something inside me and it was such a relief to finally feel him pleasuring me again. Cal had said there was a slut inside me aching to be set fre
e, and as each stroke of his tongue stoked my fire of pleasure, making me moan louder and louder, I thought he was probably right.

  When he moved his lips to my clit, sucking it into his mouth so his tongue could vigorously flick across it, I thought I was going to die from pleasure and began screaming my affirmatives with increasing pitch and volume as my orgasm drew closer. With slow pressure, Cal inserted a finger inside me and began stroking at the same place his tongue had been paying so much attention to when it was inside my pussy.

  It was almost too much to bear, so much sensation all at once, and I gripped the blankets tightly in each fist when I felt sure my orgasm was going to hit, holding on for dear life. Then Cal pulled his head away from my pussy and I looked down at him with desperation.

  “Please! I need to cum!”

  “You need to remember what you’re here for, Nova. You need to remember you live to milk my cock, to get pregnant and give me that heir. That is the only way you get pleasure now. You know what I want to hear.”

  I was half-delirious from the near-orgasm and my mind was a blank about what words he wanted to come out of my mouth at that exact moment. When I didn’t answer immediately, he reared up on his knees and slapped me across the face, hard enough to sting but not doing any real damage.

  Smack!

  “You learned quickly last time, Nova, I hope that’s still the case. I’m going to fuck you hard, do you want it?”

  I raised my hand to my cheek where the fiery burn of his slap still smouldered. I wanted to be indignant, outraged even, you can’t just slap a woman in this day and age. To my surprise, though, it was guilt more than anything that shone through, guilt about disappointing him, and shame about my lack of anger too. I couldn’t believe how firmly and easily he could put me in my place with just his force of will, and the intense pleasure I knew he could give me.